A wealthy man becomes annoyed when he finds himself seated next to an overweight woman in first class and begins whining to the flight attendant.

As soon as James Courtney spotted the woman who would sit beside him, he knew it was going to be a rough flight. She was huge! How was he supposed to travel comfortably with her seated next to him?

The woman sat down and poked James with her elbow as she tightened her seat belt. “Watch it!” James shouted fiercely at her, and she turned toward him.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed. “Please excuse me…”

“Excuse you?” inquired James mockingly. “Or excuse the 3,000 doughnuts you ate to get to that size.”

The woman screamed at him in surprise, and James noticed that she was rather young with a cute, weak face. It made him snarl, “Lady, when you travel, you need to book two seats!”

The woman’s eyes welled up with tears, but James was on a roll, especially after noticing her shoddy, old-fashioned clothing and worn-out shoes.

He said, “I assume you’re spending all your money on nachos and hot dogs, right? So you can’t afford to buy two seats? Next time, I’m sure your fellow passengers will be quite generous.

The woman turned to face the window, and James could see tears pouring down her cheeks in the mirror. “Listen,” he instructed. “I have a friend who runs a clinic down in Mexico; I’m sure he’d give you liposuction much cheaper!”

The young woman’s shoulders were roiling with sobs as James regained his composure after feeling squished next to her tender form. So when the attendant came back with the drinks cart, he requested a Martini.

We should treat everyone with decency and respect.

“Shaken, not stirred!” He instructed the lovely flight attendant in his best James Bond accent, then added, “I’m not sure what Moby Dick here will drink.”

The lovely attendant pulled her lips together tightly and gave him a sour look. She then addressed the woman next to her. “Ma’am, would you like anything to drink?”

The woman nodded and dried her tears. “Yes, please, a Diet Coke.”

James sneered. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late in the game for a diet, Coke?” The flight attendant and the woman both ignored him, but James felt a tinge of satisfaction when he realized he had angered them both.

He reclined back, nibbling on an olive and sipping his Martini as the woman next to him drank her diet Coke. He shuddered, anticipating that she would need to use the restroom and that he would likely squeeze her.

Not long after he finished his last cup, the flight attendant arrived with dinner. She placed a nice tray in front of him, as well as another one in front of his companion passenger.

“Are you sure that will be enough?” James asked the flight attendant, “Because I think it would take a village to feed this lady!”

The flight attendant ignored him and continued to serve the other customers in first class. “That was rude of her, wasn’t it?” James told the woman sitting next to him, “I think I’ll complain about her.”

However, his companion passenger ignored him, so James dove into the very great supper. He was finishing off his wine when the flight attendant returned, and this time she was all smiles.

“Excuse me,” she said. “The captain is a huge fan, and he’d love to invite you up to the cockpit.”

James was astonished when he noticed the flight attendant chatting with the large woman next to him, who was smiling, flushing, and nodding. This meant James had to stand up and allow her to pass.

The flight attendant escorted the woman away, and James returned to his seat. He expected to send several frustrated letters to the company’s management regarding the service and conditions in first class on their flights.

He was mentally formulating some constructive rants when the captain’s voice broke through the speakers: “Ladies and gentlemen. We’ve got a superstar among us! If you’re an ‘I Love Opera’ enthusiast like myself, you’ll recognize the voice!”

A magnificent voice entered the air, singing a few bars from a renowned aria, and the passengers began cheering and remarking eagerly to one another. “That’s right!” the captain said. “It’s the lovely Miss Allison Jones, and she’s flying with us to do a charity concert for world hunger!”

The entire plane burst into cheers, and James shuddered. Then the flight attendant approached. “Listen up, buster,” she replied in a chilly, harsh tone. No matter how many millions you have, if you offend that girl again, I will put you in the economy.”

James opened his lips to argue and noticed a gleam in the flight attendant’s eye. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s not me you have to apologize to!” She said.

Allison Jones, the huge woman, returned a little later, smiling and signing autographs for the other passengers. James got to his feet to let her take her seat.

“Listen,” he replied, flashing his most attractive smile. “I’m sorry if I was a little rude; I had no idea who you were!”

Allison turned to look at him, and James saw that she had the most gorgeous eyes. “It does not matter who I am. You should never treat people like that! Furthermore, you’re not sorry. Would you even apologize if I weren’t semi-famous? You know, I can’t alter my weight, but you can change your mindset.” Stop judging others.”

James shut his lips, fell back into his seat, and didn’t speak again until they were in Portland.